Just Words

So I will make these words Edited carefully, Clumsily, Searching for clarity So you can read What can't be understood. Will you listen? Look at me, Tell me, If I am an artist Then where is the beauty, And why can't I see it? Put it in verse, And my words tend to glow But I've never glowed And it's never showed. But these are just words, Confine it to words, For words are just paper And ink which shows And if it is words Then I can control it, So let it be words And then, will you read them? Look at me, Tell me, If my words can please you Then why does the paper Do what I can't? Put me in verse, And people like me But wordless, no one knows And that is what shows. So I will make words Chosen so cautiously, Effortlessly, Searching for clarity, So when you read What can't be understood Will you listen to me? Look at me, Tell me, If these words are so brilliant Then who is it writing Is it really me? My hands form the verse But I can't trace the glow I really don't know, And it's time to go home... These are just words Just words, nothing more, My words are just everything, Things that don't show But if it is words, And I know I can write it, Then will you see these words And read them in me? Tell me how to see it For I can't believe it The words and the praises Can they all be lying? I just want to see it, I have to believe it. But these are just words, Nothing more.